slice of life
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There I was
A little girl
Who did not know
What life would bring
I used to wonder
The daybreak sun shines cold through the cloud
A mere shift in wind is all it will take
Above that bright golden orb shines proud
Plank the desk says..
Well he says nothing
Cause I’m looking at him and covering his face the whole time
Papers, a notebook, and pencils lay over wooden lips
In a cubicle called class
some days we are both ghosts,for we see unlike trees.the earth falls asleepand still I spin the globeblue and grey-greenflickers of light and shadowlike a stargazer trappedin life.
Eyes wide, skipping down the hallA book “How to Draw Dragons”Nestled in her arms.When she’s still her mouth hangs openThen closes, and opens again,Silently gasping for air like a fish out of water
